With the sound of the baby's "crow" crying, the emperor waiting outside the hall, a big rock in the heart of the queen and the prince fell to the ground.

A woman gave birth is like walking in the gates of hell, and her relatives were also worried and scared. Especially, the lord who is as kind as the emperor today, sweat was seen on his forehead.

"Congratulations to the Emperor, Empress! Crown Prince! He is a little prince! The mother and son are safe!"

Wen Po wiped the sweat from her face and reported the good news inside the door.

"reward!"

The emperor also wiped the sweat from his forehead and said happily.

"Father! Queen! You all go back and rest! My son will take good care of them, mother and son!"

The prince saluted the emperor and the queen.

"Well! Gu is indeed a little tired! Eunuch Xu! Stay behind your care!"

After the emperor finished speaking, he held the queen's shoulders and beat her waist and back and left.

"Master! The Crown Princess gave birth to another little prince!"

Jiang Yu came to the side hall and saw Bo Langjun standing in front of the window and hurriedly coming forward to report.

"Shh!"

Bo Langjun looked back at Luo Jiaojiao who was sleeping soundly on the couch and made a gesture of silence.

Jiang Yu also looked up and then lowered her head and said:

Master Qin sent someone to the palace to pass on the message. He held a luncheon in the Red Dance Music Class and asked his wife to gather together.

"Um!"

Bo Langjun raised his eyebrows.

Luo Jiaojiao is the manager of the Hongdance Music Class, so she certainly cannot be absent from such a New Year banquet. But Bo Langjun doesn't like Luo Jiaojiao and Qin Li to meet, even if it's just one side, it makes him feel unhappy.

"I'll wash up and go to the banquet!"

Luo Jiaojiao was awake at this time and heard Jiang Yu's message.

"It's still early! Why don't you sleep a little longer?"

Bo Langjun endured the displeasure in his heart and walked to the couch, touching Luo Jiaojiao's head who was staying, and said softly.

"I haven't been to the Red Dance Music Class for a few years! I'm really a dereliction of duty!"

Luo Jiaojiao did not notice that Bo Langjun today is different from usual, and she seemed particularly tender to her.

"Don't drink too much!"

The smell of alcohol on Luo Jiaojiao has not yet dissipated.

"Yeah, I understand!"

Luo Jiaojiao hurriedly washed up, then looked in the mirror and ran out.

"She is probably tired of life in the palace!"

When Bo Langjun saw Luo Jiaojiao running fast, he felt extremely uncomfortable.

Luo Jiaojiao jogged forward all the way and almost hit someone. Fortunately, she was flexible and dodged in time.

She looked up and saw that it was Yang Zisheng.

Yang Zisheng had a smile on his face, which made Luo Jiaojiao feel embarrassed when she saw it.

"Aren't you resting today?"

Luo Jiaojiao stood firm and asked:

"I have received reliable news that the Huns are gathering forces to attack our border fortress!"

"You are not from the Ministry of War, why are you doing in such a hurry to enter the palace?"

Luo Jiaojiao asked in confusion.

"Just going to visit my uncle!"

Yang Zisheng knew everything about Luo Jiaojiao! He always wanted to talk to her more.

"You are not allowed to make a bad idea for him!"

Luo Jiaojiao's eyebrows suddenly stood up.

"Where can you dare!"

Yang Zisheng said with a smile on his face and no smile.

"It's good if I don't dare! I have to go to the banquet quickly!"

After Luo Jiaojiao said that, she rushed to the palace gate in a hurry.

"It's still early before noon? What banquet is she attending? She's so anxious?"

Yang Zisheng looked at Luo Jiaojiao's hurriedly leaving and said intimidatingly.

Bo Langjun was using breakfast alone. He was in a bad mood and ate even less.

"Master! Yang Zisheng is here!"

Jiang Yu stood behind Bo Langjun and saw Yang Zisheng's figure from the window.

"sit down!"

Bo Langjun whispered to Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu was stunned for a moment, then understood Bo Langjun's intention, quickly lifted up his robe and sat opposite Bo Langjun.

"It seems that I was at the wrong time, which disturbed my uncle for breakfast!"

Yang Zisheng walked into the side palace and gave a gift to Bo Langjun.

"Why sit down and have a meal together?"

Bo Langjun pointed to the location beside him.

"have eaten!"

Yang Zisheng walked to the side case and sat down.

Feng Yuejin poured tea for him in the palace.

Bo Langjun had already put down the dishes and chopsticks, but now he picked it up again.

Jiang Yu also picked up the chopsticks and went to Bo Langjun to eat.

Yang Zisheng drank a cup of tea bored.

He knew that Bo Langjun was slow to eat, but he didn't expect that he was deliberately neglecting him.

This man is so unhappy in eating, and I don’t know how Luo Xiaoniang can tolerate it?

When Yang Zisheng thought of Luo Xiaoniang serving his daily meals and daily life by Bo Langjun, he felt very upset.

"I wonder what banquet was my wife going to attend? She couldn't wait to leave the palace?"

Yang Zisheng is the one who has to take the initiative to get off the ground if he is unhappy.

He must have met Luo Xiaoniang on the way to the palace.

Bo Langjun indeed put down the bowls and chopsticks and felt that the food in his mouth had no taste.

When Yang Zisheng saw that Bo Langjun stopped eating, he knew in his heart that his words made him feel uncomfortable.

Seeing that Yang Zisheng curled the corners of his mouth, Jiang Yu couldn't help but glar at him.

"Jiang Shaofu is so excited! He came here to have dinner with his old master early in the morning, and he did his best!"

There is something in Yang Zisheng's words, with a hurtful thorn!

"People cannot forget their roots, right?"

Bo Langjun said lightly, reminding Yang Zisheng that he was also his old subordinate.

"Mr. Yang is here today for the border matter!"

Yang Zisheng changed the topic and explained his purpose.

"What? The Huns wanted to use troops against our Han Dynasty?"

Bo Langjun was shocked. The news about Yang Zisheng was so fast! He had not yet obtained this information. Could it be that He Yuan, who married the Huns, had secretly been in contact with him?

The news about Yang Zisheng was really from He Yuan.

"That's right! I wonder if my uncle has a way to deal with it?"

Yang Zisheng asked.

"Could Yang Weiwei, who is ranked as the Ninth Minister, also cares about the affairs of the Ministry of War?"

Bo Langjun asked Yang Zisheng. He and Jiang Yu had moved to several cases and sat down. Feng Yue came in and took the low table away.

"A man with seven feet of age should be careful about his family and country, right?"
To be continued...